Today is a day to celebrate Dad. My Dad was always my hero. He taught me the importance of being a good husband and a good father. And he did this by his selfless example. His entire world revolved around his family.
His passing was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I got the news while I was all alone at Frankfurt Airport, heading home to hold him one more time. I went numb. I have stopped flying in and out of Frankfurt International.
His loss changed me forever. Deep loss has a way of doing that.
It’s funny ‐ I still talk to his photograph almost every day. It’s not easy even thinking about it. Even as I write I can see his smiling face, in his photo on my dresser, looking at me approvingly. He always told me that I was more like him than the other brothers. And that always made me feel special.
When I came to the US I brought his over-sized shirt and overcoat. They still hang in my closet after 28 years. I wear his shirt on those rare occasions when I need that extra boost of confidence. Somehow it allows me to engulf myself with his presence. Even as a grown man I loved to kiss his face, and untying his laces and helping him out of his shoes was a special joy. I could go on and on…
If you are listening, Dad: It has been an honor to be your son, and I love you more than you can ever imagine. Keep watch Dad, as you walk the heavens with Mom.
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